Monday Mar 3 @ 12:50am with 1 note
Monday Mar 3 @ 12:43am with 27,743 notes
I have to deal with the fact that I will probably never hear from you again. I’ll never look at you the way I did at four in the morning, from across the bed; like you hung the moon and scattered the stars. I know it’s true, but I can’t accept it. I keep hoping I’m wrong but the aching knots in my stomach tell me otherwise. Intuition never lies. I miss you, but I guess that’s life.
Monday Mar 3 @ 12:37am with 5 notes